|These are the weeds in question / well look at that...|
I actually have a picture to accompany this post!
I knew because I know him so well. So I had a response ready, "You should THANK me for those weeds."
Today, I decided to finally tackle the weeds in the little bed around the mailbox. Well, I should clarify that to say, I finally noticed just how bad the little bed around the mailbox had become and determined that I would take care of that today.
So I headed out with my trusty little spade and garden gloves. As bad as it looked, I figured this would be an hour long job at the most...famous last words. Eventually, I had to give in and go get the shovel and some water.
As I weeded and tossed the weeds into the grass, I noticed that the guy across the street was mowing his grass. About two hours later, I noticed he'd finished but was still puttering in his yard...at this point I figured he was hanging out just to make sure I didn't pass out in the street. Right about then I decided it would be a good idea to go inside and cool off. And get more water.
Once I had lowered my body temperature enough, I headed back outside to finish the job. Finally, about THREE hours after I started, I was done. I surveyed my work and was satisfied. I gathered my tools and headed back to the garage. And was faced with THE CART.
The Cart's existence came to be because of my weeding "habit." Generally, I will be the one to pull weeds - I rarely ask The Husband for assistance because that kind of yard work is something he despises. And while I also despise it, I know it needs to get done and I don't despise it AS much as he does. But much to his chagrin, I generally fight the weeds and throw them into the grass. And then leave them there.
My thinking is that I have done the hard work and that when he mows the yard they get chopped up. Yes, I realize this is a flawed way of thinking but it works for me. The Husband bought The Cart with the hopes that I would toss my weeds into it and dump them in the woods.
But in my zeal to rid that small bed of the weeds, I had walked right by The Cart several times and it never clicked - until I walked into the garage as I was finished. I'll admit freely that I was sorely tempted to just keep walking until I hit the shower. But I forced myself to drag the cart back down the driveway and I picked up ALL the weeds that I'd tossed into the yard and tossed them into The Cart.
By this point, I was so close to heat exhaustion that I couldn't face pushing The Cart to the back of the yard to dump them so I left them in the garage. Again, figuring that I had done all the hard work AND picked up the waste...so to my way of thinking, I had gone above and beyond the call of duty.
And that is why The Husband owes me a thank you - one I have yet to receive AND we still have a cart full of weeds in the garage. Maybe he'll get to that tomorrow...fingers crossed. But the mailbox area is weed free - so I'm happy.